In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Stands a symphony of whispers in the light of day.
Their leaves dance gently to the wind’s soft tune,
As branches stretch gracefully under the silver moon.

Roots delve deep into the earth’s embrace,
Holding secrets of time, in a silent, sacred space.
Their stories echo in the rustling leaves,
Tales of ages past, where memory weaves.

Trunks stand tall, guardians of the land,
Bearing witness to life’s gentle hand.
In their shade, a world of peace resides,
A haven where nature’s spirit abides.

The trees, they teach with every breath,
Lessons of life, love, and even death.
In their presence, a tranquil wisdom flows,
A reminder of the beauty that forever grows.